Around me, mud.
All the time.
In the middle of the world.
Current
constant
catastrophic
painful
electrified-warrior.
Lord of my own storms
Receiving floods in my nightmare
Beyond the scenes
of my little personal-wars
in a postcard.
Optimized
No regard the fall
Everything is back to the egg
For a while,
I'm just a thinking salt statue.
(R.Braga Herculano)
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